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Small. I began as a shy and scared student. But you slowly brought me from the shadows and taught me to be myself. You gave me the power to sing and dance for hundreds.
I wish I could draw But I pulled the short straw I can explain the woman’s translucent face But others will see her as another race  
Poetry-an expressive respectable art How do I express? Where to start? Just so you know-I'm not Mozart To organize my thoughts or to be scattered Don't put one self on a a silver platter.
Every year since kindergarten, We begin with a journal entry. Entering our thoughts on our day,  and writing for over a whole century.
I am a juggler World class and running out of hands Losing balance as the clock applauds Violently behind me.    Time, like sleep is an unattainable luxury Something saved for the far more fortunate
I dance everyday.
The world is on fire The cosmos did not mean to be in flames The passion of ballet I dedicate my life to it And when I go on Pointe the blood will rush through my feet as I rise trying to grow older
My heart pounds  My palms sweating 
I watch the clock move backward, Minutes go by in the blink of an eye, Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. There goes life.   While time slows, I pick up my pace. Another year to go,
I didn’t know at first. First sight, first touch, it wasn't tantalizing until last night.
Small movements in the fingertips...        A slight raise of the chin...               Delicate steps onto the stage...                        A glittering smile to greet her prince....  
Dragged through the brink of extinction to a new introduction
Broken in sadness I play the keys silently Modulate for me
Chemical reactions determine how I shape my words on this page. Internal flickers and quarks determine how many times I blink while processing my thoughts.
I want to tell you a story
Kendall Davis Scholarship April 30, 2014   Music To Me I hear instruments playing in the wind As the day starts to end
What is in a smile?  Love Freedom Happienss  Insparation  Relaxation Releace Hope
We are not just kids on stage. 
I feel the warm lights on my skin I hear the voices of impatient souls I see the opposing character to my side And I can just taste this sweet tasting goal   Every since I was a little girl
One Job, Just oneCould potentially change my lifeOne such an insignificant numberCould change someone’s life?My life would no longer be a slumberI would no longer have to dream or even be some man’s wife
All of a sudden you’re hit You think of an idea with wit Stare at the screen Don’t make a scene But silently say “Yes, that’s it!”   You write and act and edit You upload and then wait a bit
At any other moment, I may be just another tiny, twinkling light in the universe
If I could have just one job to fill me with graceIt would be the power to put emotion into ones faceIt would be terror in silenceheart breats in heart attacks
Changing the world is an impossible thing,
We spin and We twirl Preforming is what we do  Smiling at the crowd
Like the caged chimp I sitWaiting for evolution to carry me on.The metal bars chill me to the bone. Though the atmosphere closes in on me, I feel withdrawn. And I can’t help but grit my teeth
Hear those trumpets scream and shrill Hear that bass so cool and chill Listen to the trombones sliding Back and forth and forth and back Listen to the saxes how sultry they sound
War
War.War within myself,War surrounds me.Inside I'm freedom,but self-made bonds are magnetizing me.
There was constant sobbing That could not be held in any longer They sat on their bed looking at their body They knew that they were not worth the effort They didn't want to belong on this planet
Between what makes a snowflakeItself and a species is a recklessness(and something deeper) that only a soulcan know; I wonder how many? How many sparks(between the lines)
More performance! Longer legs and point your feet, Remember the lower body details! Watch for the starts and stops, Stay in step! Maintain spacing, too many drill issues. Rifles be confident,
What I would like to see Consists of greater funding of three. The first builds upon creativity. The second trains many, for jobs. The Third explains everything.   First, is seen everywhere,
Some think music aint' no good for learning in school, but it's good knowledge.
I sit inside our little white box room Without windows, inhaling the mold. My classmates and I are filled with gloom, As the arctic AC makes us catch cold. We beg and we plead for funds we need
Why is it that a school could feel like prison an institution where there's no one to listen We are denied of expression if it's not a calculus lesson Where the funding goes elsewhere
What I would Say, If I could say would be daring and bold and new  and maybe a little bit different too.   I would say how you have gotten rid of the best the cream of the crop.
Come on Only 5 more minutes What have I learned today Focus The focus is on sports And new Mac books in the library And flat screen TVs in the cafe   4 more minutes
Poetic justice which Whispers in my thoughts Soft influence Leads me to my own conclusions No wrong answers Indiscernible meanings Inspirations- Lead me to always have Aspirations-
Our Devotion to the ever changing world of technology, science, medicine, and math is an incredible thing to witness. People everywhere are going to become doctors, scientists, architects, etc. ...But Where is the Arts?
My  brother way more than a friend, to think you wouldn't be here till the end. To see your face, feel your warm embrace would dry up all my tears.
The houses of the holy made from rotting pine and ichor the soft sinew of fallen things abounds the stench of decomposing things could palpitate a figure in miasmatic rapture from the grounds
I have always lived in a world of fantasy unicorns, mermaids, werewolf's, monsters. The thoughts and hopes and dreams of a child feeling beyond her years. Being made from pataches of different colors
The moment I heard the first note of the measure, I knew that this would affect me forever. It was serenity it was peace it was magic. It was everything I wanted and I had to have it.
This morning I died. Earth abruptly ceased, carrying me to my end. Solace of the pomegranate Scented air captured me completely. The dime-sized wound trickled A crimson essence so pure it must be heaven.
The night is cool. The wind blows your hair. The moon kisses your pale skin. Your ebony hair, And crimson lips. Dance round and round The rhythm so sweet Stepping in perfect motion
Fortune tellers have never appealed to me Last resort to find your bicycle It's more that materialistic drama I can not seem to find a piece (peace)
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